After conquering the male supporting role, the male protagonist became jealous

There was complete silence in the dimly lit box.

Yan Chao and his childhood friends were very unhappy with what Zhou Lingshu said, but He Qishen was still sitting there.

Can not afford to offend.

Jiang Muqing pulled the corners of her stiff mouth: "Ms. Zhou, you misunderstood. Ah Chao and I are just ordinary friends. They just grew up together and they always like to joke around."

Zhou Lingshu said "Oh".

The ending is very long and intriguing.

"Then cut it quickly."

"If you hadn't moved, I would have thought you were so tactless that you were waiting for Yan Chao to cut the cake with you."

There was a flash of resentment in Jiang Muqing's eyes.

Last time Zhou Lingshu slapped her, and this time it was her birthday, and by some strange coincidence, it happened again. This was the first time in her life that someone had slapped her in front of him like that.

Seeing Jiang Mucheng cut the cake reluctantly.

Zhou Lingshu then turned around to look at Xue Qinyin.

Her first love almost kissed her face, but Xue Qinyin acted as if nothing had happened.

Jin Mingqiong bumped into He Qishen and winked, saying, "Sister Lingshu has a strong sense of justice."

He and Jiang Mucheng and his group lived in the same compound when they were young.

I happened to meet Chen Sheng today. He came here because he had nothing to do. When he learned that He Qishen lived here, he called He Qishen for help.

The affair between Yan Chao and Jiang Mucheng was well known in their circle, and he was also looking forward to seeing whether Yan Chao would divorce for Jiang Mucheng.

After all, Xue Qinyin's background is too ordinary.

Everyone in their circle thought that Yan Chao married Xue Qinyin because Xue Qinyin was obedient.

When they were in college, Xue Qinyin pursued Yan Chao for two years.

He took great care of Yan Chao.

At that time, they all called Xue Qinyin...Yan Chao's most loyal bootlicker.

When Xue Qinyin was pursuing Yan Chao, there were still many women around him.

But later on, Yan Chao was really caught up.

At first they thought it was just a joke.

As a result, we played together for five years and got married this year.

Less than half a year after they got married, Jiang Mucheng suddenly returned to China. Everyone knew what she was thinking, so they all started to help bring her together with Yan Chao.

Jin Mingqiong doesn't have the leisure time for that.

He hasn't even caught his own wife yet, so he can't stand seeing others showing off their affection in front of him.

"Ah."

He Qishen raised his chin slightly and his eyes fell on the beautiful face of the girl in his sight.

"Can you close your eyes for a moment?"

Jin Mingqiong simply couldn't stand He Qishen. His eyes never left Zhou Lingshu. Whenever he talked to him, he always felt like he was being ignored.

"Did you get hit by Shi Tong again?"

"..."

I can't talk properly.

-

When Zhou Lingshu left the box, Jiang Muqing looked extremely unhappy.

But there's nothing I can do about her.

But as soon as she entered the room, her face suddenly changed, and she looked at He Qishen beside her in panic.

"I...I'm coming?"

A heavy pain in her lower abdomen came towards her. Her cheeks, which had been rosy just now, had now turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

He Qishen frowned, picked up the person horizontally, and strode towards the sofa.

After he put the man down, he reached his big hand into his clothes.

Zhou Lingshu's pupils trembled: "You, you beast." Her tone was weak.

She was like this, but He Qishen actually...

The dry and warm big hand was placed on the cold belly, and the intense pain was relieved a little.

He Qishen didn't respond to her.

He was calling to have something delivered.

Zhou Lingshu thought that taking progesterone would be foolproof, but she didn't expect that her luck was so bad that her period came to visit her the day before the performance.

When her menstrual pain was severe, she would even faint.

She took progesterone to ensure the performance was foolproof.

Zhou Lingshu couldn't explain how she felt. It seemed like God was unwilling to favor her even once.

Every time at a critical moment, something has to happen to her.

He Qishen hung up the phone, his brows solemn, "Eat less spicy food next time. It hurts like this every time."

"You can't eat it cold either."

"You dare to go on a diet when your body is in this condition? I think you are really tired of living."

He Qishen's voice was not loud, but his words were full of blame.

Under normal circumstances, Zhou Lingshu would have yelled at He Qishen to mind his own business.

But now her limbs were weak in pain.

Her peach blossom eyes, which were usually filled with pride, had now lost their luster. She could only use a look that had no lethal power at all to express her dissatisfaction with He Qishen's words.

After the things were delivered, Zhou Lingshu changed his clothes and then lay down on the bed.

She lay on her stomach on the bed and buried her face in the pillow.

It hurts her so much.

But there is a performance tomorrow.

The phone dinged, and a smooth and delicate arm stretched out from under the quilt and took the phone from the bedside table.

【The performance went well.】

Zhou Lingshu looked at the message sent by Shen Wu, and now he no longer had the heart to continue sending messages to "flirt" with Shen Wu.

She casually replied "thank you" and then covered her phone under her pillow.

Shen Wu's current affection for her can at best be considered that of a friend.

Just as Zhou Lingshu closed his eyes, the bedroom door was pushed open.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, moving towards the bed. Zhou Lingshu didn't want to deal with He Qishen, so he just pretended to sleep.

"Ah Shu, get up."

Zhou Lingshu continued to pretend to be asleep.

Until she was pulled up by He Qishen.

"What are you doing? My stomach hurts and I want to sleep." Zhou Lingshu said impatiently.

He Qishen pushed her down and made her sit on the bed.

"Drink and then go to sleep."

At this moment, Zhou Lingshu noticed a white porcelain bowl on the bedside table, and a scent of ginger wafted into his nose.

It seems that there is no brown sugar ginger water for sale outside.

Zhou Lingshu undoubtedly caught a glimpse of the circle of Band-Aids around He Qishen's index finger, and a sense of shock rose in his heart.

"You cut your hand while cutting ginger?"

Her expression was a little hard to describe.

He Qishen's stern face flashed with unnaturalness, and then he softened his voice: "Wife, there is a lot of blood."

Zhou Lingshu was speechless for a moment.

She asked him a random question and he made her feel miserable.

"Then go to the hospital for emergency treatment and stay in the hospital for two more days."

"Honey, don't be so funny."

After Zhou Lingshu finished drinking the brown sugar ginger water that He Qishen fed him, he continued to lie on the bed.

He Qishen put down the bowl and lay down beside her.

When the man's big hand pressed on her lower abdomen, a lot of the pain was dispelled. Zhou Lingshu curled up in He Qishen's arms obediently, allowing him to hold her.

"Performance, do you still want to go?"

Zhou Lingshu was shocked: "He Qishen, can you please stop interfering in my affairs? I'm already twenty years old, I have the ability to make decisions."

She was afraid that He Qishen would call her and say that she would not attend tomorrow's performance.

We had rehearsed early in the morning, and if we didn't show up at the last minute, all the hard work would have been wasted.

"Ashu, your health is more important." He Qishen's voice was slightly deep.

"It has nothing to do with you even if I die on the stage!"

Almost instantly, the arms around her tightened, and Zhou Lingshu's bones ached.

"Ah Shu, stop talking nonsense."

"You hurt me." Zhou Lingshu struggled a few times, trying to escape from He Qishen's arms.

She was already feeling uncomfortable and was hugged by He Qishen.

I feel uncomfortable all over my body.

He Qishen relaxed his strength and said, "Go to sleep."

-

The Shen family in northern Beijing.

Shen Wu looked at the message Zhou Lingshu sent back with a dark look in his eyes.

His fingertips hovered over the word send.

Finally he turned off his phone.

The tall young man stood in front of the French window, his dark eyes fixed quietly on Shen Mingxuan and Mrs. Shen who were chatting and laughing downstairs, with no emotion in his eyes.